An Existence Feared by All Chaos Demon Gods: From Hongmeng to the Dharma-ending Era, Who Exactly Are You?

Countless Chaos Demon Gods fought with all their might as they attacked Qingyuan. Countless fists struck the darkness as if hitting a bottomless pit. Their teeth bit into the darkness as if biting an iron wall. Their Divine Abilities blasted into the darkness as if striking themselves.

Qingyuan had not suffered the slightest injury.

Instead, he was hunting with mad abandon.

He treated those Chaos Demon Gods as prey, hunting and devouring them.

One after another.

Every Chaos Demon God he devoured caused his darkness to expand a little farther.

Every Chaos Demon God he devoured caused his aura to rise another notch.

He had changed from the one being besieged into the hunter, from prey into predator, from the pursued into the reaper!!

The Chaos Demon Gods began to feel fear.

They roared and shrieked as they scattered in all directions.

But the darkness chased them, devouring them and reaping them.

When they fled into the depths of Chaos, the darkness followed them there.

When they hid in the cracks of the void, the darkness burrowed into those cracks.

Hongjun watched everything.

His pupils shifted.

He hid among the Chaos Demon Gods, watching Qingyuan devour them one after another—the very Chaos Demon Gods who had once forced Pangu to pay the price of his life.

His fingers trembled. His Dao Heart trembled. His very existence trembled.

He wanted to run.

He wanted to flee this Space-Time.

But his feet were nailed into Chaos. He could not move.

Qingyuan's gaze pierced through all the Chaos Demon Gods, through all the darkness, through all the slaughter, and landed squarely on him.

He had come for him.

Qingyuan charged toward him with all his might, devouring the Chaos Demon Gods in his way, blasting apart the Fiend Gods who blocked his path,